Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Procol Harum to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.